PRINCE OF TOKYO (Explicit)

PRINCE OF TOKYO (Explicit) - MIYACHI (みやち)/V

Lyrics by：MIYACHI/V

Composed by：Cenobite

About a month ago I was the Prince of Tokyo

Important days the Asian boy was feeling close to home

We ate the fishes raw and always made a toast before

The show was always overflowed I was the G.O.A.T. fasho'

There's levels to this s**t I'll never eat a poke bowl

OZ bags of OG kus I've had it coast to coast

Still catch me thottin' round the block tho I'm a local h*e

Still get my cut at 109th right next to Roti Roll

Yea JFK yo lemme backtrack

Jamaica Station faded patient waiting with my backpack

White Nikes slight ice hoodie and a dad hat

My swag back I'm half Jap my own cash no ASCAP

You stick to your radio rap tracks I feel you on that

Basic b***hes boutta click this s**t 2 seconds click that

I know the world we live in girl you need some s**t to relax

But they was always talking s**t so lemme talk my s**t back

You see

They don't know name but they know son got it

New York City legend I'm a young prophet

Grinding hard we working longer for the Yen dollar

Mix the talent with the work I am the end product

They don't know name but they know son got it

New York City legend I'm a young prophet

Grinding hard we working longer for the Yen dollar

Mix the talent with the work

When you was left in the rain

They didn't accept you the same

When they was rich and you poor

And disrespected ya name

I 'member getting out the school and stressed to step on the train

Cuz they would stretch they eyes

Toward me taunt and step in my way

The underdog humble god the spark of the thunder rod

The mumble shine and fall I be watching and uninvolved

The numbers look the same but the label is fundin' y'all

I told my label chill keep the bills and I'll play the boss like

They don't know the name but I'm a animal

Picture me in anime angry thrashing tyrannical

In New York they don't me B and Philly not a fan of Boul

I'm back inside the basement late creating the manual

Cut I will never go back to no bag I stayed low was nomad

The photos was no flash we protracted mad O's

The flow left you toe tagged she told me in Tokyo

Don't go back I'm so sad

Cuz she don't know the name but she know son got it

New York City legend I'm a young prophet

Grinding hard we working longer for the Yen dollar

Mix the talent with the work I am the end product

They don't know name but they know son got it

New York City legend I'm a young prophet

Grinding hard we working longer for the Yen dollar

Mix the talent with the work